NovelAppIf only he had adhered to his principles when Xyla Quest was hideous. If only he had resisted the temptation to cheat when Xyla was fat. Would his life have been better that way? Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world. Results and consequences were the only things that awaited him.
Buzz buzz buzz...
Suddenly, his phone vibrated, pulling him back to the present from his deep thoughts.
Tom Sullivan slowly recollected himself and took a look at his phone.
Seeing that Bailey Ronson was calling him, he quickly answered the call, "Yes?" "The detention center just informed us that your sister would be released tomorrow morning. Let's go to pick her up together," Bailey said.
"Okay..." "About the divorce... Well, our decision is final. I hope you can make up your mind soon. By the way, you'd better cback and apologize to your father. He's mad." Tom felt a flicker of frustration at the mention of the word 'divorce'. Irritation, grievance, and disappointment piled up in his heart, engulfing him like a horrifying monster.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was at a loss for word. He immediately hung up on Bailey, switched off his phone, and threw it onto the passenger seat impatiently. He gritted his teeth as he mumbled to himself, "Emily... Emily..." *** In the evening, after Stanley Batton and Xyla had had dinner with Jeremy Quest at the Quest family's house, they went back to Xyla's old bedroom.
The house had not changed in the slightest after she left.
Everything was the sas it was.
"Take a shower and get srest. Don't stay up too late," Xyla reminded him. S~EaRch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"Alright, let's take a shower together," As Stanley spoke, he stretched his arms and lifted her effortlessly.
Xyla's heart was racing frantically at that instant.
"Nah, I'll take a bath after you... You should save senergy," Xyla whispered awkwardly.
He had just recovered, after all.
"Why? Are you afraid that I'm too weak to do it?" Stanley cracked into a mischievous smile.
Xyla nodded truthfully...
"Well, I'll let you know whether I'm weak or not..." Following that statement, he carried her straight into the bathroom.
As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, he displayed his domineering personality and proved himself to her physically...
He went on until Xyla started to beg for mercy. Only then was he willing to release her and carry her to the bathtub for a quick bath.
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRolling her eyes at the man grouchily, Xyla put on the snow-white bathrobe and walked to the sink. She then reached for the hairdryer and started drying her hair. Her stunning figure was perfectly reflected in the mirror.
Her bare face was as beautiful as a flower.
Meanwhile, the culprit was casually wrapping a white towel around his waist as if nothing had just happened.
Once again, Xyla rolled her eyes at him through the mirror. She them ignored him and focused on drying her hair.
Stanley walked up to her after twisting the end of his towel into la tight knot. He took the hairdryer from E her and dried her hair nimbly. Xyla was glad that her husband cto help her as her arms were sore.
She placed her palms on the sink and stood there in silence, happily enjoying Stanley's special service.
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